you’re ugly
under the
harsh light.
you are not
mystical, nor
fantastical, like
in my dreams:
you are a child
with the hands of
a God,
an uncontrollable
force with the power to
hurt me
you’re ugly
under the
harsh light.
you are not
mystical, nor
fantastical, like
in my dreams:
you are a child
with the hands of
a God,
an uncontrollable
force with the power to
hurt me
